the rain, beating its sleep song on apartment blocks, lashes on plastic awningsgrime caked walls, asa bamboo of clothes fluttered on one high floorforlorn , defeated,

down below on the playground devoid of children,no sounds of taunts, laughterbut the drum roll of thunderthe metal slides, the ladders, the rusted monkey rails,like exposed fossilised bones of beasts long gone, thrusting out of rock.

a wet mongrel , growling lurches across this wastescapeits howl, a puny protestagainst the thunder that rocked across the sullen night sky...